>Hunt for Raremon. You're confident you can beat him now, and get a bounty of data. The downside is that deleting him may create a power vacuum that would mess with the sewer ecosystem.

“Well, it’s gonna get even worse when we’re done. Let’s go defeat Raremon.”

He nods. You begin hyping yourself up, feeling the now-familiar font of energy welling up within you. Before you can share it with Phascomon, he rears up and holds both hands ahead of him.

”Hold on, hold on!”

“What? Do you see something?”

”Nah. I just don’t want to go Porcupamon-mode yet.”

“Why not?”

”You crazy?! I’m gonna slip into the junk!”

“That’s true… But don’t you have a gas mask in that form?”

”Oh, of course! Forgive me, my mistake! So how about I find you one too, so you can take a dip?”

“Okay! Jeez, point taken.”

You reach down to ruffle his fur, then begin walking. Your goggles highlight distant traces of passing Digimon, but there are some deeper gouges of vital information that have been carved into the wall textures over and over. You can sniff out Raremon’s patrol route now. Without further ado, the two of you march on.

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